Vincent, "Vinnie Boy",  as he was called among his friends, arrived to America in the early 20', when he and his parents were forced to leave the Italy. Life in Italy became too hard for them, because local government started to squeeze local land owners and it was just too hard for them and their childrens to live normally. They sold their land and decided to find a new place that they can call home. American seemed to be the only choice and they agreed to move there. Vincent was 5 years old when he and his two brothers moved to the America. They landed in New York at first, it was a long trip since they came by boat as all of them who came from Italy. They lived in Bronx for some period of the time, the  his father got a job in Los Angeles, Hollywood as a carpenter. Los Angeles was really nice city, weather was always beautiful and warm. Vincent started to go to a local school at the age of 7. They lived pretty well, they finally had the chance to move to their own house, which wasn't big but enough for them all. At the age of 13, his father died in cancer. His mother was devastated and didn't knew what to do or how to live. Since Vincent was the oldest of them all, he felt like he had to take care of his family now. He talked to his mother and promised that he will do anything for her and his brothers. As time went by, Vincent started to hang around with local boys, who sometime did some works for the local underworld members. Oneday Vincent got a job to park cars of a local Hotel customers. He did it well, but as always it didnt helped much with the money. So he and his comrades came up to a plan, where Vincent would park the cars to their parking spots and others would steal precious things from them. Like money, radios, jewelry if they found, anything that were able to sell and get some more money. At one evening when Vincent parked another car and others stripped it, it turned out later that the car belonged to a local mafia member, who was a made member and very serious man. So Vincent was called into the Hotel by the manager and the owner of the car was also inside. They asked a bunch of questions and Vincent denied them all. He was just parking cars, thats all he did, he told them. Ofcourse the owner of the car wasn't stupid guy, he knew exactly what had happened and who was behind it. When meeting was over and Vincent actually got fired, the owner of the car met Vincent outside and decided to talk to him privately. 
"Vincent, please tell me who did this to my car and where are the things, and I will forget about it, capishe?" Said the owner as he smoked his cigar. Vincent got a bit nervous and didnt knew what to answer, because he had heard about this guy a d how brutal he can be. 
"I'm sorry Mr. Palazzo, but I dont know what are you talking about, I just parked the cars to their spots and thats all." Vincent felt how his bloodpressure rised and heart started to beat faster and faster. He knew about the reputation of this guy and that he can kill him very easily.

"C'mon kiddo, tell me the truth and I wont brake all your fucking bones, just be honest okay?" He puffed his cigar and stared at him.

"Okay Mr. Palazzo, I will tell you everything but please don't hurt my friends, we just wanted to make some money and we didnt knew that this car belonged to you, we really didn't."

"I will bring all the stuff that were taken from the car back to youlater this evening, I promise, just don't kill me, please. I have a sick mother home." Vincent was very nervous and he didnt knew how to act or behave himself. Mr. Palazzo looked at him curiously and then said to him.

"You've got some ball's my friend to do such a thing, I have to tell you. I admire that you told me the truth, but, you will need to do something if you want me to forget about it, about what happened. I want you to come and work for me a bit."

to be continued ...